[ Weight shifts, and she leans back a little. The edge of the counter digs into her hip. She drags Tony with her, letting him lean into her space-- closer, now, fingers twining loosely in his hair. This is good. Anticipatory. Exciting. ]
Sure.
[ Just as agreeably.
Gaze then drifts a little, to think it over. Sex is easy, but Natasha doesn't have a lot of it with people she-- makes tea for, probably. Even without a charge of war crimes, working for SHIELD was a lot kinder to her personal life. Apart from the fact it wasn't really SHIELD there at the end.
So. ]
Don't pull my hair. [ Which is a soft ball, and maybe not really about what she likes. She returns the kiss anyway-- slowly, and a little lazily, syrupy-thorough. ] I like being on top. [ Better. ] I'll like it more if you use your fingers than your mouth.
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Sure.
[ Just as agreeably.
Gaze then drifts a little, to think it over. Sex is easy, but Natasha doesn't have a lot of it with people she-- makes tea for, probably. Even without a charge of war crimes, working for SHIELD was a lot kinder to her personal life. Apart from the fact it wasn't really SHIELD there at the end.
So. ]
Don't pull my hair. [ Which is a soft ball, and maybe not really about what she likes. She returns the kiss anyway-- slowly, and a little lazily, syrupy-thorough. ] I like being on top. [ Better. ] I'll like it more if you use your fingers than your mouth.